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On to Victory 



A Comedy in Two Acts 



By 
HESTER N. JOHNSON 



BOSTON 

WALTER H. BAKER & CO. 

1915 



On to Victory 



CHARACTERS 



Barbara Manning, an ardent siiffragist. 

Miss Caroline Manning, her maiden aunt with whom she lives. 

Betty Montgomery, blunt and indifferent. 

Madelaine Sawyer, a flippant young thing. 

Mrs. Evelyn Biggs. 

Nettie, the maid at tin Mannings. 

Mr. Augustus Biggs. 

Rev. David Sheldon, " Betty s brother." 

Period. — The present. 

Time of Performance.— An hour and a quarter. 




Copyright, 191 5, by Walter H. Baker & Co. 

©OLD 40642 
MAY 14 1915 



On to Victory 



ACT I 

SCENE. — The library of a pretty suburban home furnished 
in dull antique furniture, beautiful pictures on the walls. 
Desk at l., with telephone, and littered with papers. Door 
at back with broad window-seat at the right of it, covered 
with a pile of yellow ribbon bands. Bookcases line the 
walls. Afiother door, closed by a portiere, at R. Round 
table with reading lamp, etc., in the middle of the room. 
Gaily-colored chintz chair brightens up the room. 

(At the rise of the curtain, Barbara Manning, an attractive 
young girl, dressed smartly in a white street costume, sits 
at the desk, excitedly conversing over the telephone.) 

Barb. Oh, Madelaine ! Please march ! All of the girls 
are going to, and we want Brookbank to make a good showing. 
Bobby Porter has the measles, and Mrs. Porter sent over all the 
paraphernalia to me to distribute. She had charge of our 
division, you know, and now I've got to give out directions 
and the ribbon bands. Isn't it the limit? The ribbon bands? 
Why, they are what we are to wear, — yellow bands with 
"Votes for Women" in black letters. Yes, they get every- 
thing before they leave for the city. We form on Barker Street 
in Boston. I think it will be loads of fun, don't you? You'll 
wish you had gone when you see seventy-five of your neighbors 
start off with banners flying. Good for you ! I knew you 
would ! Hurry over, and I'll tell you more. 

(Barb.'s Aunt Caroline enters from l. She is a delicate 
old lady, gowned in a soft lavender dress. She goes over 
to the desk.) 

Aunt C. Dear little Barbara, don't wear yourself out over 
this foolish, foolish parade. I don't see how a parade is going 

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to help the cause any. It's so unwomanly to march along the 
streets with a common mob on the sidewalks who will probably 
jeer and make all sorts of remarks. If your father were home, 
I know he wouldn't allow it. I feel so responsible for you, 
dear. What if you should get crushed in the crowds or injured 
in any way ! 

Barb. (rising and facing Aunt C). Aunt Caroline, dear, 
don't you worry about me. You forget that for the first time 
in my life I'll be able to walk along the streets of Boston with- 
out elbowing everybody out of my way. We march eight 
abreast with the broad streets emptied for us ! What a relief 
it will be not to have to push ! {Seriously.') And, of course, 
you won't understand, but the parade is the best way to show 
people that women really want the vote. Men are so stupid, 
that the only way to impress them with our numbers is to 
parade before them ! 

Aunt C. (sitting down in quaint old rocker and sighing 
gently). I suppose I am behind the times, dearie, but in my 
time girls were more modest. They looked forward to matri- 
mony and a home, and not for professions and trying to com- 
pete with men in everything. Women are so uneasy to-day. 
They aren't content to stay at home as they used to. 

Barb, (excitedly). But what is there for them to do in the 
home? I mean for the thousands of girls like me, who don't 
really have to earn their living ? Just dust in the morning and 
cut flowers for vases and do little, trivial things and sit down 
and wait for a husband ! Oh, how stupid it all is ! It was 
different when you were a girl — even in your circumstances, 
there was always something to do. But the factories have 
taken everything out of our hands, and we have too much self- 
respect to be parasites. It isn't just to compete with men that 
our factories and shops are filled with women and girls. It's 
to earn their living and not for fun that they are there. 

Aunt C. Of course, Barbara, I realize what a state things 
are in now, but man's work was not meant for woman, and I 
always think 

Enter Nettie with a long, heavy pole with a yellow banner 
tied at the top. She staggers under the weight of it. 

Net. What can this be, Miss Barbara? The Porters' man 
said it was for you. 

Barb, (seizing it). Oh, heavens, it's terribly heavy. Who 
can carry it ? I can hardly lift it. Can you, Nettie ? 



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Net. If that's what you're goin' to take in the parade, I 
say that the girl who could walk three miles a-carryin' that 
ought to have the vote, I say ! 

Barb, (laughing). Physical strength is your qualification 
for the ballot, isn't it, Nettie? [Exit Net., r. 

Aunt C. {interested). What is on the banner, Barbara? 

(Door siuings open at back, and in bounces Madelaine 
Sawyer, a girl of nineteen, tvith saucy little face. She 
wears a small hat at a decided angle. She is dressed very 
stylishly. She dances over to where they stand untying 
the banner. She has a high-pitched voice and is very 
gushing.) 

Mad. Good-morning, Miss Manning ! Hello, Barbs ! I'm 
just crazy to march. I think it's the funniest thing I didn't 
think of going before. I ask you, are you going to carry that ? 
{Squealing with delight, she lifts it.) Not for mine ! Barbs, 
who's to be the martyr? 

Aunt C. (laughing). Really, Barbara, I suppose you'll 
scorn the help of a mere man, but you girls couldn't possibly 
carry that, especially with the breeze blowing it from left to 
right. Who can you get to assist you ? 

Mad. Ask me if there's a man in this place ! I certainly 
spent one whole hour yesterday trying to scare up a man to 
play tennis, and the last one I thought of was Don Marchant, 
and when I drove around after him, he was sitting on the 
piazza with his arm in a sling ! He broke his arm yesterday. 
What a stupid thing to do ! Can you beat it ? I ask you, 
what are we to do this summer in this dead place ? 

(She flops into chair.) 

Aunt C. Well, to-day you ought not to be bored; you 
have plenty to do, girls, and do you know what time it is ? It 
is fifteen minutes to three, and you have to leave here in the 
machine at a quarter to four, do you not, Barbara ? 

Mad. (who has spied the yellow ribbons). Oh, Barbs, how 
perfectly adorable ! (She puts o?ie on and goes before mirror.) 
I'm going to wear mine now. I love it. Isn't it the sweetest 
thing? (She stands near windoiv-seat.) Here comes Betty 
Montgomery. I'll go and let her in. [Exit at door at back. 

Aunt C. (laughing and starting to untie banner). How 
much do you suppose Madelaine knows about woman's status 



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and politics in general? And she is not one in a hundred, 
either. 

{The two girls, Betty Montgomery and Mad., come in at 
back, laughing and giggling. Betty is the athletic type 
of girl, rather large and dressed severely.) 

Betty {spying the banner). Oh, for the love of Pete, is 
that what you've got to take at the head of the Brookbankers ? 
Thank heavens I'm scheduled to march with the college people, 
or else you would palm the thing off on me, as the muscular 
member of the league. Let Mrs. Biggs' Augustus carry that. 
Isn't it killing he's got to march at her side ! I just met them 
hiking over here. Poor Augustus, isn't it awful to be hen- 
pecked ? 

Aunt C. Girls, will you gratify my curiosity and let me see 
the banner ? I do want to see that you do not disgrace your- 
selves at the start. 

{They unfurl the huge, yellow banner with "On to Vic- 
tory " in big black letters.) 

Mad. {clasping her hands in ecstasy). Isn't it perfectly 
adorable? I'm so glad I'm let in on this. 

Betty {standing off with hands in pockets). 'Tis rather 
fetching, n'est-ce pas? 

Aunt C. "On to Victory" isn't quite an appropriate 
emblem for poor Mr. Biggs, is it? I'm sure even Madelaine 
could carry it with more ease than he. 

{They laugh.) 

Barb, {nervously looking at her watch). It's three o'clock, 
and we've got to think hard to find some one who'll carry it. 
Who was the stupid person who used that heavy pole for our 
banner? We must have a man, and a good-looking one, too; 
not a little miniature man like Mr. Biggs. 

Mad. {jumping with joy). Say, Betts, who was the peach 
Florence saw you with last night? {Dramatically.) Bring 
him forth ! We have a worthy task for him ! 

Betty. My dear brother. 

Barb. Oh, your brother from California, Betty ? I've never 
seen him. Can't we borrow him for the afternoon ? Tell him 
three maidens in Brookbank, no, seventy-five maidens, are in 
distress. They need a man for three hours, and want a volun- 



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teer quick. If you love us, Betty, go and get him now. We've 
got to start in twenty-five minutes. 

Betty {casually, as she stands at window, picking out a 
band). Surely, I'll send him over. You don't go until four, 
do you? 

Aunt C. {laughing). That's fortunate, girls, but I laugh 
at your need of a man at this crucial moment ! 

Barb. Aunt Caroline seems to think our motto is " Down 
with the Men," but we adore them all, don't we, Madelaine? 

Betty {from the window). Here are the Biggs now. Let's 
vanish, Madelaine. 

Barb, {in despair). Oh, stay and help me out. Do you 
know, she's telephoned three times already this morning for in- 
formation. 

Net. Mr. and Mrs. Biggs, Miss Barbara. Do you want 
them to come in here ? 

Barb. Yes, Nettie, send them in. [Exit, Net. 

Aunt C. {going toward door at r.). I think the lone anti 
had better leave now. I'm overwhelmed by suffragists. 

[Exit. 

Efiter Mr. Augustus Biggs and Mrs. Evelyn Biggs. Mr. 
B. is a small, nervous man of about fifty, slightly bald, 
with a drooping mustache. His eyes twitch nervously, 
and he holds his head down as if expecting a rebuff at any 
mofnent. Mrs. B. is large, fat and pompous, sure of her- 
self . She is dressed in white and has large yellow flowers 
on her hat and a yellow sash aroutid her expansive waist. 
She is rather short-winded, and comes in puffing. Mr. B. 
follows meekly. He has a slender cane with a yellow rib- 
bon on it, which he holds gingerly. 

Mrs. B. {sitting down immediately and fanning herself with 
her handkerchief). We're here at last. Give me one of the 
bands, Barbara. I came early, for I was afraid I'd have to let 
out mine and take a reef in Augustus's. {Tries hers on and 
walks over to Mr. B. with another in her hands. She pauses.) 
I'm really undecided whether to let Augustus wear one or not. 
Do you think it's necessary ? Will the men wear them ? See, 
he has his cane bedecked. Show it to them, Augustus. (Mr. 
B. meekly waves it.) I don't know but that's enough for a 
man, don't you? 

Barb, {trying to keep sober). I think the yellow ribbon on 
Mr. Biggs' cane is sufficient, don't you, girls? 



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{They assent.) 

Mad. Isn't it cutie? 

Betty. Why couldn't Mr. Biggs carry the heavy banner, 
Barbs ? ( To Mrs. B.) Barbara has been trying to get a man 
to carry this banner, and now Mr. Biggs comes just in time. 
Isn't that splendid, he can carry it ? 

(Mr. B. blinks his eyes and looks at his wife nervously for 
support. ) 

Mrs. B. {lifting it). Oh, he has enough. He has his cane. 

{Telephone rings. Barb, atiswers it.) 

Barb. Oh, hello, Mrs. Porter ! Yes, one more. I per- 
suaded Madelaine Sawyer to march. Oh, I guess so. Any- 
way, she makes another. Oh, bother, nobody' d know. All 
right, then. I'll quiz all the new recruits. I hope so, yes. 
I'm so sorry you can't go. Good-bye. {Turns to the rest.) 
Mrs. Porter just telephoned and said not to ask any one to 
march who doesn't really believe in the cause. How about 
your brother, Betty? I'll have to quiz him first, I suppose? 

Betty. Heavens, don't ask me. You'll have to find out 
for yourself when he comes over. He'll probably believe every- 
thing you tell him to. 

Mad. {squealing with delight). Oh, I'm crazy to meet him. 
Florence said he was a perfect stunner. 

Betty {rising). I'll have to go now. So long ! I'll send 
him right over if I can find him. [Exit, at back. 

Barb. Oh, you must ! 

Mrs. B. {beaming on her husband). Isn't it fine that Au- 
gustus had leisure to march this afternoon? {Pats him on 
shoulder.) Glad you're going, dearie ? 

Mr. B. {nervously smili?ig). I really appreciate the honor, 
Evelyn. But it's not my first parade. I've marched before 
with the Masons. 

(Barb, and Mad. sit on the window-seat, almost convulsed.) 

Mad. {mischievously). Mr. Biggs, do tell us why you be- 
lieve in suffrage ! 

Mr. B. (solemnly). From my earliest manhood I've looked 
upon woman as my equal, and still do. Woman is man's co- 
worker ; without her, he is nothing. Give my wife the ballot 
and I know she'd not abuse it. 

{He looks at his wife for approval.) 



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Mrs. B. (nodding). Augustus is well versed in suffrage. 
I'm thinking of volunteering him as a speaker next fall when 
they campaign. The only thing I'm afraid of is his voice. 
(Sighs.} It's a little weak at times. 

Barb. Oh, that would be perfectly splendid, Mr. Biggs, if 
you would. 

Mad. (clasping her hands for joy). I'm keen to speak. 
Just imagine the thrill of standing on a soap box, addressing 
crowds of people ! Mrs. Biggs, I ask you, wouldn't it be 
gorgeous ? 

Mrs. B. (gri?nly). I'd want a firmer foundation than a 
soap box. 

Barb. Madelaine, it's half after three. Run over to the 
Browns' with these bands. The whole family's going to march ; 
and tell them when we start. 

Mad. All right, but don't go off without me. 

(Takes bands and exits.) 

Mrs. B. By the way, Barbara, Mary and Sarah haven't 
theirs. I'll run across with them. Augustus, you remain. 

(He submits. Mrs. B. exits.) 

Barb, (sitting down at desk). Oh, I do hope Betty won't 
forget to send her brother. Wouldn't it be tragic if she didn't ? 

E titer Net., with card which she hands to Barb. 

Net. A young man to see you, Miss Barbara. Shall I 
bring him in ? 

Barb, (throwing aside card without looking at it). Oh, 
he's come, after all. Yes, show him in. [Exit, Net. 

Mr. B. (primly). Miss Barbara, I, too, agree with Mrs. 
Porter that every one should testify that he believes in the cause 
which he undertakes to serve. I should indeed ask the young 
gentleman sundry questions by which you could shrewdly de- 
termine whether or not he be a firm supporter of our princi- 
ples ; cross-examine him, as it were. 

(He blinks nervously after his speech and folds his hands on 
his knee.) 

Barb, (smiling to herself). You'll have to help me, Mr. 
Biggs. I'll depend on you. (A tall, dark man enters at back 
and holds out his hand to Barb. Barb, eagerly takes his hand.) 



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Oh, I'm so glad you came. I've been waiting so patiently but 
I'd almost given up hope. This is Betty's brother, Mr. Biggs. 

{They shake hands.) 

Rev. David Sheldon {rather surprised at her effusiveness'). 
I assure you, Miss Manning, I came at the earliest opportunity. 
Betty told me to come as soon as I arrived. 

Barb, {sitting in big chintz chair). It's perfectly sweet of 
you to come. I wasn't sure that you were in town. 

Mr. S. {sitting opposite her). Yes, I came this morning, so 
you see I'm very prompt. 

Barb. Oh, I thought they said you came last night. {She 
looks at watch.) I expect the machine any minute now. We 
are due in Boston at four, and then we go right to Barker Street, 
you know, to form. {Points to banner.) There's the banner. 
It's awfully heavy, but you look muscular. 

Mr. S. {lifting it). That's not so bad, but what is it for? 

Barb. Each division carries one. {Unfurls it.) Ours 
says, a On to Victory." 

Mr. S. {vaguely). Victory for what, may I ask? 

Barb, {impatiently). Why, for woman suffrage, of course. 
Aren't you a suffragist ? Mrs. Porter, our president, you know, 
told me to find out for sure before I asked any one to do it. 

Mr. S. {vaguely). Why should Mrs. Porter care what I 
am ? And what am I expected to do ? 

Barb, {wearily). Oh, hasn't Betty told you? You're to 
carry the banner. {She notices his puzzled expression.) Mr. 
Biggs, explain it to him. 

Mr. B. {precisely). To-day there is to be a woman suf- 
frage parade in Boston. {Rising, takes the banner.) You are 
to carry this banner, thus. We march about three hours. 

Mr. S. I understand that much, but why am /chosen? 

Mr. B. Because you're Betty's brother and she promised 
that you would do it. 

Barb, {smiling at him). Now you see, don't you? 

Mr. S. {seriously). I suppose I do, but I rather wonder at 
my sister taking such license with her brother and offering his 
services the moment he arrives in Brookbank. (Turns to Barb. 
and smiles gayly.) However, whatever you think is best for 
me, I assure you, I'll do with great pleasure. 

Barb, {rather confused). Why, this is the very best thing 
you could possibly do. {Smiles with relief.) I was so afraid 
you'd squeal. 



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Mr. S. {with an entrancing smite). No chance of my 
squealing now, with such a 

Mr. B. (who has been squirming excitedly in his chair 
during the conversation). Miss Barbara, you have not as yet 
ascertained whether or not the young gentleman is affiliated 
with the cause. It would be wise to obey your president's 
orders and make sure. 

Barb, (rather impatiently). Oh, of course he's one of us, 
aren't you ? 

Mr. S. (smiling at her). Indeed I'd like nothing better 
than to be spoken of as " one of you." 

Mr. B. (folding his hands placidly). Then that is settled ! 
It is fortunate. 

Enter Net., at back. 

Net. (to Barb.). There's some ladies who want to have 
some of the ribbons. 

Barb, (taking the bands from window- seat). Excuse me, 
won't you? I'll be back immediately. [Exeunt. 

Mr. S. (standing with hands in pockets). It looks as if I 
was in for it. It's strange what a pretty girl can make a man 
do, isn't it, Mr. Biggs ? 

Mr. B. (sighing). Yes, I always do what Mrs. Biggs wishes 
of me. 

Mr. S. (seriously). But seriously, Mr. Biggs, you know 
this puts me in a rather critical position, doesn't it ? My first 
day as pastor of All Saints Church and I enlist as color bearer 
in a woman suffrage parade ! Are there no antis in my fold ? 

Mr. B. (starting). I don't quite get you, sir. Do you 
mean to tell me you are the new minister, Mr. Sheldon ? And 
have we mistaken you for Miss Betty's brother ? 

Mr. S. Yes, I'm both the minister and Betty's brother, 
but, presumably, there are numerous Bettys. My sister went 
to Smith with Miss Manning, and when she knew that my new 
pastorate was in Brookbank, she told me not to fail to call on 
Miss Manning the first thing. By Jove, but she's attractive. 
It seems I came at rather an inopportune time; but I'm game. 
I'll see the thing through. 

Mr. B. (jumping up and shaking his hand). Good for 
you ! I admire you for it. (Aside.) I was fearful lest I 
might have been called upon to carry the banner. 

Mr. S. (putting his hand confidentially on Mr. B.'s shoul- 



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der). To avoid causing a commotion, we won't explain things 
to her now. You'll be mum, Mr. Biggs, won't you ? 

Mr. B. (meekly). I usually am. Depend upon me— surely, 
surely. 

(Door opens and Mrs. B. enters with a huge daffodil in her 
hand. She makes for Mr. B.) 

Mrs. B. Augustus, dear, I wasn't so sure that you really 
were fixed up enough. Wear this for me, won't you, dear ? 
(She puts it in his buttonhole.) That's the suffrage flower. 
(Turns and sees Mr. S.) How do you do? Barbara told me 
you'd arrived. We're going up in her machine, you and me, 
Augustus, and Betty's brother and Madelaine. 

Enter Barb. , dressed ready to start. 

Barb. We're ready to start now if Madelaine would only 
come. (To Mr. S. ) Are you getting stage fright? I'm really 
goose-fleshy. I've never done anything of the kind before. 

Mr. S. (jokingly). It's quite an ordeal, I know, but think 
of the cause ! 

Enter Mad. 

Mad. (bounding into ce?iter of group). Been waiting for 
me? (She spies Mr. S., a fid shakes hands with him.) Oh, 
you came 1 How perfectly adorable of you to do it. Hurry, 
Barbs, I don't want to miss a thing. 

Mr. B. (looking at watch). It's time we were off. 

Mrs. B. (taking him by the arm). Augustus, don't be so 
excited. Keep calm and depend on me. 

(They go out.) 

Mad. I ask you, were you ever so excited ? I'll go and 
crank the machine. [Exit. 

(Barb, and Mr. S. are left alo?ie. He holds the banner.) 

Barb, (gazing up at him). Do you know, I feel so depend- 
ent on you to-day. I'm getting sort of scared, and it's so nice 
to think you'll be there. But we're not supposed to feel 
dependent on mere man, are we? 

Mr. S. (smiling). You'd better not let one of the enemy 
hear you talk that way. Remember we're " On to Victory." 

[Exeunt. 

CURTAIN 



ACT II 

SCENE. — One day later, a warm afternoon. A corner of a 
garden, belonging to one of Mr. S.'s parishioners, where a 
reception for him is being held. At L., the pillars of a per- 
gola, covered with vines. The e?itra?ice is through the 
pergola. The back and r. of stage are edged with a tall 
hedge. At r. the hedge is broken by a small ivicker gate, 
which opens on the street. A border of old-fashioned flowers 
is at the base of hedge. There is a rustic settle at L. of stage 
near the fro?it. 

Enter Mr. and Mrs. B., through door at r. She is dressed 
in a deep purple dress and carries a green parasol. Mr. B. 
wears the conventio?ial afternoon clothes and carries a 
small cane. They sit o?i the settle. She hands him the 
parasol, and mops her face with her handkerchief . Mr. B. 
holds the parasol over himself and gazes up at it dreamily. 

Mrs. B. {sharply). Augustus, hold the parasol over me / 
You've got nothing on that will fade ! (Sits in rigid silence 
for a moment.) You've acted funny since yesterday, as if you 
had something on your mind. You've never acted that way 
before ; tell me what it is. You never keep anything from me. 
Tell me, Augustus, immediately. 

Mr. B. (nervously). I'd like to tell you, indeed, Evelyn, 
but I'm in honor bound not to. You'll know soon, however. 
I haven't slept a wink since yesterday, worrying about it, and 
me one of the parish committee ! 

Mrs. B. (shaking him). So it's something about the church ! 

Mr. B. (stiffly). Yes and no. That's all I'm at liberty to 
say just now. 

Mrs. B. (angrily). Well, if you were home, you'd have to 
say a little more than that, but in public I 

Mr. B. (cha?iging the subject). I know, Evelyn, but why 
wait here longer ? Why not go in to the reception ? Then 
perhaps all will be cleared. 

Mrs. B. (glaring at him). We'll go in, Augustus, when I 
say we will and not before. I'm not cooled off yet. You 

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needn't act so superior, as if you knew something that I didn't. 
I don't care to know all your little fears; keep them to your- 
self. I've got enough to think of. 

(Her mouth closes with a snap and they both sit silently on 
the settle. He looks at her meekly once in a while but she 
stares straight ahead.') 

Enter Mad. and Betty, at l., dressed in cool afternoon 
frocks, Mad. carrying a parasol, which hides the Biggs 
from them. 

Mad. Father was so surprised when he saw me marching, 
and laughed and thought it terribly cute, but mother, she 
hasn't spoken to me since. She is so mad at the success of the 
whole parade that she's been biting nails ever since. She's the 
most rabid anti ! 

Betty (laughing). Oh, you child, you'll never get over 
the excitement of it all, will you ? Why, it didn't jar me in 
the least. (She sees the Biggs.) Oh, how do you do, sister 
and brother in the cause ? 

(They shake hands, and Mr. B. drops both parasol and cane 
as he rises.) 

Mrs. B. (cheering up). I've never felt any better in my 
life. I felt as if a big load were taken off my shoulders yester- 
day as I marched by the throngs, because I felt then that every- 
body would know that Mrs. Augustus Biggs knew her own 
mind enough to stick up for her own rights ! 

Mad. Oh, I've felt perfectly gorgeous, too. Parading has 
made me feel quite important. Since I've come back, three 
antis have cut me dead. It's really like a feud, isn't it ? 

Betty. Speaking of feuds, there will probably be a serious 
one in Brookbank. Some one told me that the new minister 
marched in the parade yesterday, and the antis have got wind 
of it. Won't there be a lovely time if it's so? 

Mad. (in ecstasy). Oh, really ? How perfectly exciting ! 

(Mr. B. looks scared and walks nervously back and forth, 
peering out through the pergola. ) 

Mrs. B. Augustus, now we'll go in. {To the girls.) I'm 
going to see if it's so, and if it is, he'll never have a more fer- 
vent supporter than Mrs. Augustus Biggs ! 

(The girls sit on settle.) 



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Betty. You haven't seen the new minister, Mr. Sheldon, 
yet, have you, Madelaine ? He's really awfully good-looking. 
I don't usually fall to the clergy, but really he's a ripper. 

Mad. Oh, I hate ministers ; they bore me to death. I de- 
test proper men. Come on out and get some punch. [Exeunt, 

{Door at r. swings open and Aunt C. and Barb, enter. 
They are both gowned becomingly.') 

Aunt C. (going toward flowers). How fragrant they are ! 
I always loved this old garden, so I thought we would go in 
the back way so we could see it. Just smell the sweet lavender ! 
(She walks about, looking at the flowers ; Barb, sits on settle 
and gazes into space.) I do wish we had some in our garden. 
And the hollyhocks ! Mrs. Phillips has such splendid luck 
with every flower she has. {She turns and comes over to 
Barb.) What are you so pensive about, dearie? Are you 
awfully tired ? I wouldn't have asked you to come, but out 
of respect to a new minister, I think we all should make a 
special effort. 

Barb. I'm not tired a bit, Aunt Caroline. 1 never had 
such a glorious time in all my life as yesterday — (to herself) 
and last night. 

Efiter Mr. S., through pergola. He is dressed in a Prince 
Albert and is mopping his brow with his hatidker chief . 
He looks surprised when he sees Barb. 

Mr. S. (happily). You here? This is a surprise ! 

Barb, (radiantly). I surely didn't expect to see you here. 
Aren't you the good man to come to a pastor's reception ! We 
just came. Oh, Aunt Caroline, this is Betty's brother who 
carried the banner yesterday. 

(They shake hands.) 

Aunt C. We came in this way so we could see the flowers. 

Mr. S. It is a perfect bower, isn't it? /came in here to 
escape from the crowd for a moment. I didn't know that there 
were so many people in the parish. I feel quite overwhelmed, 
the only man with the exception of Mr. Biggs. 

(They laugh.) 

Aunt C. Oh, some are from the other churches, curiosity 
to see the new minister, you know. A young minister is of 



l6 ON TO VICTORY 

special interest in a small community like this where there are 
so many unmarried girls. I pity the poor man ! 

Mr. S. {rather embarrassed). Rather an unfortunate posi- 
tion, surely {looking at Barb.), especially if he has already met 
the girl of his choice. 

Aunt C. That is very true. (To Barb.) I think I'll go 
in now. I'll see you later. \_Exit. 

Barb, (sitting down on settle, giving Mr. S. her parasol). 
I don't care about meeting him ; do you, or have you ? Let's 
sit here instead. I shall probably see and hear enough of him. 
Aunt Caroline is so particular about going to church. She 
never misses a Sunday, and I have to go with her. (Mr. S. 
smiles to himself.) Did Betty come with you? 

Mr. S. (sitting down and holding the parasol over both). 
No, I came alone. 

Barb, (astonished). I never heard anything like it, a man 
coming alone, without his mother, wife or sister dragging him. 
You're even more of a martyr to-day than you were yesterday. 

Mr. S. Please don't put me in the same category with a 
martyr, because I've enjoyed myself so much at each martyr- 
dom. (Leans toward her.) Didn't we have a jolly supper 
last night, even if we did have to wait two hours for a table ? 

Barb, (happily). I never had such a splendid time ! The 
girls will probably be furious with me for running away, but I 
didn't feel like hearing speeches in stuffy Tremont Temple, did 
you, especially after having marched two hours in the broiling 
sun? 

Mr. S. Well, rather not. 

(They both laugh.) 

Barb. Isn't it funny that I'd never seen you until yester- 
day? I hardly knew you existed. Betty never spoke of you. 
Where have you been all these years ? 

Mr. S. I've knocked about in various places. New York's 
the last place. I lived there three years after I graduated from 
Harvard. 

Barb. Are you going to be here long ? 

Mr. S. I can't say just now. (He looks toward pergola.) 
From appearances, I should say my time was limited. Per- 
sonally, though, I'm very much in love — with the place. 

Barb. Really, how odd ! I'm not, although I've always 
lived here. I'm going to work this fall in New York at the 
suffrage headquarters. I'm to be a sub-editor on one of the 



ON TO VICTORY 1 7 

papers. You couldn't hire me to live here all winter, it's so 
stupid. 

Mr. S. With such congenial company as I've found, I 
hardly see how it can be so stupid as you picture it. ( With a 
concerned expression.*) Are you really going to New York? 
Will your aunt allow it ? I don't see how 

(Mr. B. efiters and goes up to hi?n and whispers.) 

Mr. B. (whispering). They are asking for you in there. 
You'd better go out. 

Mr. S. (coming to). Heavens, I'd forgotten who I was. 
(Turns to Barb.) Miss Manning, will you pardon me, 
but 

(Before she has ti?ne to answer, Betty comes in and runs 
over to where Barb, stands.) 

Betty. Oh, Barbs, I've been waiting ages to see you. 

(They stand together, talking.) 

Mr. S. (putting his hand on his brow in utter misery). Oh, 
Mr. Biggs, I haven't explained things yet. She still thinks I'm 
Miss Montgomery's brother. What shall I do now? Every 
minute makes it harder. What will she think of me ? And 
I've put myself in a deuce of a fix, playing the part so long. 

Mr. B. (grabbing him by the coat). Don't stand there 
wasting time. You'd better come back to your reception. 
Don't worry. (Smiles calmly.) Now that everything is ex- 
plained to Evelyn, what else matters ? [Exeunt. 

Barb, ^noticing they have gone). Oh, where has he gone ? 
How funny, going off so suddenly. 

Betty (not noticing). Oh, Barbs, I want to apologize 
about yesterday. I couldn't find Dick anywhere. Whom did 
you get, eventually ? 

Barb, (radiantly). Why, he came ! He came late, but 
just in time. Oh, Betty, he is perfectly splendid, and so nice 
after it was all over. We went to the cunningest Old English 
restaurant and had dinner, and he 

Betty (interrupting, looking puzzled). I don't see how 
that happened. Why, he was out at the Country Club playing 
golf all the afternoon, he said. Why didn't he tell me? You 
wait till I see him to-night ! 

Barb, (looking rather hurt). Didn't he mention me at all ? 



1 8 ON TO VICTORY 

Betty. Not one word. I didn't see him till luncheon to- 
day. He'd just got up. I merely asked him where he was 
yesterday. 

Barb, {with a serious expression}. I should think he would 
have mentioned it. Do you know he's here? 

Betty (astonished). Dick here? I can't believe it. Who 
with, mother? 

Barb, (sitting down on the settle forlornly). I don't know. 
( Wearily.) When I saw him, he was alone. 

Betty. He must have come, expecting you were here. 
That's the only thing that would entice him here, surely. Has 
he gone home ? 

Barb, (still wearily). I don't know. He just went out 
hurriedly. I don't know why. When you go out tell Aunt 
Caroline that I'm waiting in here for her, will you? I guess I 
won't go in now. 

Betty (going over to her). Don't be peeved about Dick, 
Barbs. He's a terrible odd stick. 

Barb, (indifferently). Oh, it doesn't bother me in the least, 
only I don't see why he shouldn't have mentioned anything 
about yesterday to you. Tell Aunt Caroline to hurry, won't 
you, Betty? 

Betty (going toward pergola). All right, Barbs. I'll send 
Dick in if I see him. 

Barb, (stiffly). Please don't. 

(She turns and walks toivard back of stage, parasol over her 
shoulder.) 

Enter Mad. and Mr. S. Mad. is very gushing, and he seems 
bored. 

Mad. What will Barbs say when she knows ? It will be 
perfectly killing ! 

Mr. S. I'm so very sorry it has gone so far. I don't know 
what she'll think of me, masquerading so long. (He looks 
toward seat.) Where has she gone? I left her here. 

Mad. (spying her). Oh, there she is ! I'll introduce you ! 
(She giggles.) I'm crazy to see her expression. 

Mr. S. (ignoring Mad.). Oh, you're here, Miss Manning ! 
I was so sorry to leave 

Mad. (interrupting ). Barbara, I'd like to introduce the 
siew pastor of All Saints, Reverend David Sheldon ; Miss Man- 
ning, Mr. Sheldon. 



ON TO VICTORY 1 9 

Barb, (startled}. You, the minister ? Oh, what do you 
think of me ? {Then realizes the situation. ) But why did you 
do it; why did you pretend you were Betty's brother? How 
was / to know ? 

Mad. (jumping about). I think it's the most killing thing. 
You can't imagine how surprised I was, Barbs, when mother 
introduced me to him. I must tell the girls ! 

Mr. S. (stopping her). Please, Miss Sawyer, I'd much 
rather you wouldn't. You won't, will you? 

(Smiles sweetly.) 

Mad. Oh, I hate to let a good thing like that go by, but 
(gazing at him adoringly) anything you say goes, reverend sir ! 

(She goes out.) 

Barb. But tell me, how did it all happen ? Why did you 
come yesterday? Why did you say you were Betty's brother? 

Mr. S. I didn't say I was any one's brother. I sent in my 
card which you couldn't have seen. When you introduced me 
as Betty's brother, 1, of course, thought you knew who I was. 

Barb, (laughing). Oh, I see now. You're Betty Sheldon 1 s 
brother 1 And Betty has shown me pictures of you. Isn't it 
the oddest thing I didn't recognize you ? 

Mr. S. It all was very delightful. 

Barb, (abashed). But what did you think of me when I 
hailed you so joyfully ? Didn't you think I was very effusive ? 
Oh, dear, how terrible. 

Mr. S. I was rather flattered, indeed, but I thought the 
warmth of the greeting was mutual. I've heard so much of 
you ever since Betty's freshman year at Smith. I've always 
happened to be away when you visited her and, of course, I 
took the first opportunity of meeting you when I came here. 

Barb. And was speedily made knight-errant ! (Thought- 
fully.) Oh, dear, won't it be rather awkward ? I forgot for 
a moment that you were the minister, but won't the antis in the 
church be angry ? 

Mr. S. (seriously). Well, so they tell me. There is fric- 
tion, but I've never been loth to proclaim what I conscien- 
tiously believe, and if I am asked to resign, I can do so. 

Barb, (tearfully). Oh, Mr. Sheldon, and it's all my fault, 
too ! What shall I do ? Will it be as serious as you think ? 

Mr. S. (laughing). Oh, of course it's not as tragic as all 



20 ON TO VICTORY 

that. It will blow over in a fortnight. Everybody was cor- 
dial this afternoon. Let's forget it all and talk about 

(The Biggs enter atu To Barb.) The Biggs again. (Rises 
and faces the Biggs.) Are you going ? 

Mrs. B. (shaking hands with him). Yes, Mr. Sheldon, we 
must. I just wanted to say to you that you have my support 
in anything you want to do in this church. Your deed of yes- 
terday has enshrined you in my heart. Come, Augustus, 
come. 

Mr. S. Oh, thank you, Mrs. Biggs. I'll count on you, 
surely. 

Mr. B. (edging up to Mr. S. and slyly poking him in the 
ribs). We had a little secret, didn't we, Mr. Sheldon? 

Mrs. B. {taking him by the arm). Come, Augustus, we'll 
go home. Every dog has his day, and you've had yours to- 
day. Come. 

(They go out at R., he followi?ig crestfallen.) 

Mr. S. (bending over Barb., as she sits o?i settle). Mrs. 
Biggs said " every dog has his day." Does that mean only one 
day of happiness ? If so, I'm very dejected, for I had mine 
yesterday. Tell me, am I not to expect more ? 

Barb, (confusedly). How silly ! Of course you'll have 
more. 

Mr. S. (eagerly). If you say so, it's true, for you are the 
only one who can give me happiness. (Sits down beside her.) 
I know it's soon for you to tell me this, Barbara, but I can't 
withhold it longer. It seems I've always loved you, even be- 
fore I had seen you, for Betty has endeared you to me by her 
descriptions of you. Yesterday, as I marched with you in the 
parade, carrying the banner, I prayed that I might truly be 
marching " On to Victory " — victory in obtaining you for my 
wife. Tell me, Barbara, if I may. 

Barb. Yes, David, you may. I'll have to stay in Brook- 
bank now to stand by you, and then, too — I love you. 

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